Page 53 of Craved By the Mountain Man

The first touch makes Gavin suck in a sharp breath.

His entire body tightens.

Interesting.

I wrap my fingers around his cock.

“Hannah.”

My name sounds like a warning.

I look up innocently.

“What?”

His eyes narrow.

“You know what.”

I stroke him again.

His jaw locks.

A thrill runs through me.

This might be the first time all morning I have possessed any power whatsoever, and I enjoy it tremendously.

Then Gavin catches my wrist.

So much for that.

He brings my hand to his mouth, kisses my palm once, then pins it beside my head.

“My turn.”

“You have been having your turn for quite a while.”

“Not finished.”

My pulse jumps.

His hand slides down my thigh and grips behind my knee, opening me farther beneath him.

Then his fingers find me again.

I gasp.

“You’re still wet.”

My face burns. “You seem pleased with yourself.”

“I am.”

His fingers move over my clit in firm circles, sending fresh sparks through nerves that have barely recovered from the island.

“Gavin.”

“I want you ready for me.”